GirlHomeAlone
You are My Doormat Today
You came back to worship my boots... but I had better plans.I laugh while I stomp your pathetic face again and again — giggling every time you flinch or beg.No harsh yelling, no orders — just me having so much fun on your pain.And in the end? I plant my boots on your chest, wipe them clean, and spit in your helpless face.You came to serve. I came to enjoy.